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[Duce Hazimari]

73 Fall 513 AV Sea of Grass. "So what are we doing with the bunch?" "We could put the Kelvics into slavery y'know? Make some coins off that, the girls can probably go into prostitution....After we have our way with them of course Hahaha....The blue one? I don't know. He is way too big for most to trust him, and may put up a fight if we tried to make him a slave worker. Hmm. I see no use for him but we can't let him go and risk getting a visit from Riverfall....The only option we have is to kill the bastard. Take all of his things and see if we can get some coin off of it." "I think he's waking up. Hit him again." "He's starting to become a problem. There should be some tall grass up ahead. We can dump him off there." "Stop for a while, I gotta petching piss." "Yea me too. Ok guys meet here in 5 chimes.We're taking a break." It took a while for the hard kicks to register in his mind so that he would come back to reality. How long had he been asleep? The last thing he remembered was that he was out hunting, and....and...something about directions. Oh shyke he couldn't remember. Curse his memory. He flinched at the horse like kick that had come from a leg that he had never seen before. It belonged to a woman. She was Kelvic. He could tell by her green forest eyes that were filled with a mix of worry and fear. Her warm skin made her black hair seem as if it were made of fine silk woven from the most angelic hands as it ran down past her shoulders and over the rope that bounded her succulent bod-. Duce took another look at the sight before him. The woman was bounded by rope from hershoulders down to her feet. But why? "Here let me help you." He began to say as he leaned forward to help the woman as he himself hit the wagon floor with a loud thud and the sound of words that he did not understand coming from the far corner of the small wagon. Wha? Why was there a man with a bag over his head? Better yet, why was he wrapped in chains himself? He took a quick look around to get a better understanding of the situation. There were five of them including himself, all tied up or chained or in the one mans case, a bag over their heads. He had hoped to get a better understanding of what was going on, but only had confused himself even more. "How do I get myself into these messes?" he asked himself out loud as he attempted to scratch his aching head only to remember that he was tied up. "Kill...You Kill." The Kelvics voice caught his attention as he sat back up to get into a better and more comfortable position. "What? You wan't to kill me? Well you are doing a poor job at it. Why are we tied up anyways?" The woman began shaking her head no with lines of frustration and focus stretching across her smooth face. "No..Me kill no you. Man big arrow....Knife kill you...You big too blue...Man kill you..Kill man you" It was very clear that she did not speak common well, but he had gotten the basic point out of what she was saying. He tried to break free of his chains to no avail. He probably couldn't concentrate with bag head yelling away in the corner. Why was a bag over his head anyways? Only captured bird Kelvics have bags over their heads when they are going into slavery....Shyke! That meant that this was a slave wagon. It all made sense now which meant that he had to move faster. He tried again to get a hand or foot free but still had no success. "Hurry...Bell, bell, bell, bell, bell." The woman urged on. He counted five bells. That either meant that they left five bells ago, or would be back in five bells. Either way, he couldn't waist time fighting with the constricting chains. "You don't speak common, but do you understand it?" He asked the girl who gave him a nod telling him that she understood. That was a good thing. He looked over to bag head who was still rambling in some language. The only thing stopping him was a bag and a rope around his wrist. It was a long shot, but it was their only hope. The planks of the wagon let out a loud cry as Duce dived across it to get to the man's wrist so he could go to work. "Stay calm." He told the man who did not understand Duce as well and began to panic at the touch of Duce's teeth biting through the rope holding his wrist making it more difficult to finish before whoever had them restrained returned. Duce winced as fists hit him in the face as the rope began to loosen. It was only a matter of time before he could get them off completely. "Now go! Go to Riverfall. Get some help. Help, Riverfall. Assistance, guards. Help." Duce screamed out to the Kelvic male and was reassured as he turned into a falcon and took off into the sky toward what he hoped was Riverfall or at least someone that could help. "Hope." The woman piped up grabbing Duce's attention and giving him another idea. "Help me get off the wagon...kick me off."The woman looked at Duce with a confused look upon her face as if he were going crazy, but still complied and began to use her feet to help him roll his body down to the back of the wagon. " Hurry I hear footsteps."He whispered as he and the lady tried to work faster with the help of an Human woman that caught on to what they were doing and used her body weight to push him over the back of the wagon, and far enough to fall down a small hill covering his body from sight. This was a good thing. Luck was on his side. "We are missing two petching people!" Duce overheard one of their captives call out. "Where are they?" The voice demanded asking another captive before giving a well placed slap to who had to be the Human and Kelvic that helped him based on the whimper from the strike. He counted four different food steps before the sound of he wagon moving and pulling away out of ear shot. Gone. Now all he had to do was figure out how he was going to get out of these chains. He focused all of he energy and strength into his arms as he tried to expand himself and pop them but he could not for they were too strong though the chain itself was pretty simple. All he needed to do was get one of his hands out, and he would be able to slip right out of them if he was skinny enough to do so. Clenching his jaw and looking away from the direction of his hands, Duce fell back putting all of his weight onto them and shivering to the sound and pain of hearing and feeling his hand be dislocated out of its socket. A tear of pain rolled down his cheek as he maneuvered his hand out of it's restraint and slowly making his way out of the chains letting them fall down to the earth and popping his hand back into place, exercising it to make sure he had not suffered any permanent damage. Now the hunt was on. There were four males who's race was unknown. He was without his food nor weapons and they were armed with arrows and knives according to the woman that had helped him. Maybe even his Lakan. He really needed to find out her name so he could thank her properly. The Human as well. He looked down at the chain that he was held in not to long ago and recovered it from the ground and snapping the lock to where it was connected only to one side. Well this settled his weapon problem at least as he swung the chain around a few times to get a good feel on it. He quickly moved back to the location of which he rolled to search for the tracks of the wagon to which they were moving north. Or at least he thought was north. Everything was so different seeing that he had no clue of where he was. All he could do now was find the wagon and go from there. Chain wrapped around his body, Duce began to follow the tracks. Hoping that he'd find the wagon before anything happened to any of the other captives.

[Duce Hazimari]

73 Fall 513 AV Sea of Grass It felt as if he had been walking for ages. It was cold and his lungs burned from carrying the weight of the chain around his neck and shoulders. He needed a rest. He had been tracking the wagon for three bells now, and had seen little to no sign of the men responsible for his taking and attempted murder. He was starting to get hungry and shamefully searched his pants pockets as if he had something to eat. Great. Now he had to hurry up and find something before the wagon had gotten too far. To make the situation even worse, he would have to do it by hand seeing that he had no form of weaponry than the chain and would have to manage to catch something with the slow weapon and hope he didn't make any noise while trying to be quiet. He went about his regular hunting routine first stretching out and laying flat onto the ground to avoid being noticed by any animals close by. There was nothing at first, just the fall winds dancing through the tall grass creating a faint hush like sound. It was fall, so most animals wouldn't be out, most likely that would already be in their homes hibernating or getting out of the cold air. Duce moved on his belly as if he were a snake hunting a rabbit. He knew all he had to do was find a rabbit hole and he would hit the jackpot. He also knew that rabbits would be in the taller grass due to it's nutrients and sheltering from other predators, but Duce was determined. It wasn't long before he spotted the first rabbits paw followed by two other sets. This was a good sign. The only question left to answer was how far would he have to stray off of the path. He had two choices. Follow the rabbits and lose the wagon, or follow the wagon and hope he found something else to eat. Either way it went he was going to suffer a loss. He continued to follow the rabbit trail to a small opening of short grass where he found more rabbits hopping around their holes and eating grass. This was perfect. He tried to take the chain off carefully, but it was to no use. The heavy weapon was too loud and startled the rabbits who scattered across the grass searching for a hole to jump into or time to get as far away as the could from the big blue hunter. He was not going to lose this kill. Raising the chain over his head, Duce began to swing it in a circular motion gaining momentum with each revelation. This was pretty impressive for a chain. Giving it a strong release, he watched as it flew out into the rabbits moving through one small furry creature, and clipping the next on the leg making it topple over itself. The rest of the animals escaped as Duce stood up to inspect his hunt. The first was dead which was a good thing...For him at least. The second was injured but not dead as it tried to crawl toward its hole not to far away. Duce was impressed. Most rabbits would just lay and wait to die but this one...This one way different. "You have my respect and I am sorry." Duce spoke to the animal before breaking its neck thus sending it to the afterlife. Now that he had something to eat, he could focus back on the trail. He looked up at the sun. It was starting to get late and by the look of the wagon tracks the were starting to slow down. Maybe one of the horses died...Or one of the captives. Duce shook his head trying to clear it of all the horrific thoughts that tried to enter. He had to find some where to sleep. Not only that, but also find a way to survive the night. Doing only what he saw fit, the blue Akalak fell to his knees and began to dig. If he had to estimate, he would guess that it to him half a bell to finish the hole, which was good due to the fact that he only had a few chimes before the sun would rest and the moon rule the night. Wasting no time he laid flat on his back facing the sky and began to shovel dirt onto his body burying himself alive until day would show again. At this point he could do nothing but hope for his survival. He arose out of the ground choking on small bits of dirt that had gotten through his make shift filter made from his shirt. He decided that after breakfast which was basically raw rabbit, he would be off to continue his hunting. He closed the gap between he and the slave carrying cart based on the fresher looking tracks left being from the group. They had to be slowing down, or taking long brakes. It did not matter to him what they did, he just wanted to find hem and make them pay for their crime. A figure in the grass caused him to face plant the ground with no hesitation. Over the horizon there was a body laying face up. Was this one of the criminals? This was his chance. He quietly moved crouching holding the chain by both sides to reduce the sound of its movement as he approached the man. He was only 7 feet away from him. His arm had a 4 foot reach, and the chain 8 foot 9 if he held it at the very end. He would have to get a direct hit if he wasn't to alert the others where ever they may have been. He gave the chain a quick spin before drilling it at the man's chest and hitting it with a loud thud that repeated itself through out the air. He watched as the man did nothing. Did not move nor cringe or even make a sound. He had to get a closer look as he moved in to see the face of the Kelvic bird he had helped escape not to many bells ago. Now he was dead. The bastards must have shot him down and left him to die. Through all his grief, he did not take not that the Kelvic had flown in the opposite direction or the Drykas male with a dagger in hand slowly creeping behind him. "Well then, how are you dead man?" Duce rolled out of the way as the dagger came down barely missing him as its owner stabbed the air. He had to move but the man was right on him. A thousand thoughts were rushing through his mind as he played cat and mouse with the Drykas. Dodging every attack while trying to get the chain off from around his neck. He was afraid as well as surprised that he knew what the feeling was for it being his first time. He managed to move in onto the Drykas and toss him and his dagger into the taller grass while managing to find cover as well. "Come out come out where ever you are DEAD MAN." He heard the Drykas say as he moved through the grass dagger in hand hunting the Akalak as if he were some sort of prey that he was acting like. He had to pull himself together. He needed to get away and find the wagon without letting the male alerting the others that may have been near by. He carefully took the chain off making as little noise as he could. One of them would die today and Duce didn't plan on it being himself.

[Gossamer]

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